From the author: I’ll tell you about one important, one might even say turning point, episode of therapy. I want to say right away that everything published is authorized for publication by the client. A client, a very cheerful and cheerful person with a very difficult life, contacted me about the loss she was experiencing; she lost her mother. The state of grief began to result in somatic symptoms, arms and legs were lost, my head ached, there was a feeling of complete discord in the body, sliding down the mountain into the abyss. He and his mother lived together all their lives, for more than 40 years, and such a loss revealed a huge number of problems, in addition to the loss itself. Responsibility for your life and independent decision-making is only a small part of them... Our contact and trust were established immediately, and mutually, and the therapy went uphill, which was clear from the “behavior” of the body and the improvement in well-being. And then the moment came that I was talking about and I want to tell you. He, the CLOWN, entered the arena, huge and old, acquired in deep childhood, a subpersonality, a huge part of the client, which had long ago become isolated and lived its own life. In childhood, when the client observed the discord and quarrels of her parents, she took on the role of a distractor, a reconciliator, mass entertainer. Yes, I got used to this role. And she, the role, had fun to the fullest, spoke in a comical voice in serious situations, reconciled everyone, intervened in order to extinguish any conflicts. THE CLOWN had a lot of positive things, he generously gave people humor and entertained everyone when they were sad... Only the client stopped managing this part of herself, as often happens, even when she needed to act from her serious, Adult part, from where every time, a CLOWN appeared with his buffoonish “manners.” My first slight “attempt” on the CLOWN caused a violent reaction, like a child whose favorite toy, without which he cannot live, is taken away. The client felt bad, she locked herself at home, in the dark, crying and saying that she was worthless, she was not taken into account, she would never be able to experience joy again and would never be able to joke and make people laugh again. The main thing, in her understanding, was that she didn’t harm anyone, and by making people laugh, she was doing a good deed. So why do they want to “take” her clown away from her... Then, after a period of calming and “stroking,” the client “saw” a CLOWN right in front of her, the size of an adult, with bright red hair, wearing clown shoes. And then we found out when and where he came from, and why he played such a big role in the client’s life. As a result of the work, the client decided not to get rid of such an important and necessary tool completely, but to make it hand-held, a smaller copy, a small toy in her hands, what it should be. The CLOWN became a puppet in the hands of his mistress. After all, this is how it should be, this is how things should be in this world. Not the other way around.